Well lots has happen in my cat world. Vivi had four kittens. She was really crying with the first one and following me around, and I had to go to work. But she realized what had happened and began to clean her first one up I did dry it's nose so it could have a chance to breath. She was to exhausted to do it.
Long story short, she rested and had two more before I had to go to work, and did a good job of cleaning them. I left her in a box with newspaper to finish having them, and when I got home she'd had another one and had moved them to the box I tried to get her to stay in when she was in labor. She had four. Three boys and one girl.
It was an ordeal to keep her from playing musical boxes with them, any time one would cry, which they did often, because she wasn't milking good at first, she'd think she needed to hide them. It has been an ordeal from the start with this litter. They have all had eye ulcers and in spite of my best efforts, one ended up losing one eye. Thankfully I found Jamie and she got it done for me.She is my hero!
Little Pistol Pete as he is known, wanted to live so we gave him a chance and he is doing fine now and his other eye is cleared up and he doesn't seem to know the difference. From the two weeks old he was sick and quit nursing and I got some KMR and started him on it but he wouldn't nurse the bottle[to big] so I was eye-droppering him, to make him eat. Then he never went back to nursing even tho mom would clean him. so I had to feed him, and he would have to wait for 12 hours to eat four days a week while I was at work. I kept hoping that he'd get hungry enough to go back to mom. I think that the eye was probably hurting him then, as I look back. He would cry and not let me hold him and would walk and walk acting like a colicy child. I had to give him enamas, and pain meds and through it all he tried to live so when that eye was ruined, I knew He'd not make it without removing it. All things considered, he shouldn't have made it. He had a lot of strikes against him, including a cold. But he's trying to help me type and has caught up with the other kittens and is bright and happy, and I just picked out his last stitches. And four days after SX he weened himself and has not looked back! Praise the Lord!
He wasn't the only one with eye trouble, tho. The biggest male [Yosemity Sam, Sammy]had both eyes that I was afraid he'd lose both of his. He was almost completely blind for a while. I was useing the Triple antibiotic ointment in their eyes, but was not healing them. Jamie told me what to use and the drops began to make them heal. The little girl had one eye bad and she's cleared up now I've been calling her Jennifer, cause she looked like the sister to Button and Skeeze that disappeared. But I think I'll call her Jessy. My others are cartoon characters and Jessica Jane was Woody's sidekick in Toy story. The third little boy is Woody. LOL All are cowboy cartoon names. So it's Sammy, Petey, Jessy, and Woody. Sammy's a gray tabby tux. Woody's white with black spots. Jessy is a black tux. Petey is white with gray tabby spots, and a black nose.
So I gained four kittens, but lost all four of my black girls. Juanita, Dorthy, and Doris all disappeared, and Annita died. Sheba and her five kittens are still okay. She takes them off hunting and sometimes they were gone for a week, but they know their way home now and are here to eat usually. Old Blue is hiding in the house now that it's cold. He seems to be sore footed when he heads out if I disturb him. Still won't let me touch him, tho.
I'll try to get some pictures of them.
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